His Doctor~

Chapter 30

This chapter wraps up my original case with a butt-load of fluff and has some of my favorite scenes from "The Hounds of Baskerville" I won't be writing the entire case because of how long that would turn out to be (even though it's my favorite episode *squee*) If you have not watched "The Hounds of Baskerville" go watch it, it's brilliant. (This chapter contains spoilers) ((obviously))

Chapter 30

"Sherlock, where are we going?" Jo-Ann asked as she was led by her detective through the underground catacombs, wearing a simple long-sleeved green shirt and black cardigan. "Our flight is in a couple hours, we need it get ready."

"We'll make the flight; I just have to show you something first." Sherlock replied vaguely, carrying his violin with him and wearing his usual suit and coat that hung on his shoulders. He knew his fractured elbow would make it painful to play the instrument, but he shouldn't have to use his left arm too much for support. Jo-Ann carried a bag full of things Sherlock wouldn't let her see, which she was a tad concerned at. They kept striding through the narrow hallways with empty graves until they took a sharp right. "Alright, I need you to close your eyes for a moment."

"Sherlock…" Jo-Ann said with suspicion in her voice. Sherlock put his violin case in his injured arm's hand and held out his other to her. She sighed and took it, promptly closing her eyes. The detective led her to his pre-decided location and was careful to guide her steps. They reached the room Sherlock intended and he gently let go of her hand.

"Wait here." He told her and took the bag off her shoulder. Jo-Ann was going to object, but chose to just go with it. She trusted him after all. A minute or two passed, during which she heard Sherlock walk about the room, doing who knows what. "Okay, open your eyes." Jo-Ann heard her detective order. She opened one eye, then the other, but the sight shocked her for the better. She was standing in the middle of a rectangular shaped room, decorated with paintings on the walls of old Christian stories. There were small candles lit throughout the room, on the ground and a small platform which Sherlock stood, violin in his arms and coat removed.

"Sherlock… what the…?" Jo-Ann stood baffled, but with a smile tugging at her lips. Sherlock said nothing and raised his bow to the violin that was held by his injured arm without the sling. The doctor stepped forward to object, but noticed a circle of Gazania flowers around her feet. She looked slowly up to Sherlock as he set the bow on the violin and begin to play.

"For you." He said quickly as the song started.

The first note started silent, growing into a high pitch and filling the room. The note began a soothing melody that sounded lonely. It filled the doctor's senses as the sound filled her ears from every direction, begging her to close her eyes and get lost in the music. The tune went silent for a moment before coming back up in short, alternating notes. They grew louder in volume until they reached a high point, at which the music dropped into powerful low notes. Sherlock swayed a bit with the strong chorus and kept his eyes shut while he played. His doctor's image never left his mind since the song started as memories of her played one after another. This was the song he always heard in his Mind Palace Ballroom. It was her essence put into music. He ignored the pain in his elbow as he ended the chorus and went back to a soothing melody. It wasn't lonely this time; there was something new that was added. The new sound weaved with the old one and created something lovelier than imaginable as the room they stood in filled with music as if there were more than one violinist. Jo-Ann's eyelids remained gently closed as she felt tears form behind them. The song was so powerful and passionate that it could move any soul as it enveloped them within it. It sounded as if it told a story of redemption or new meaning, along with something added that just clicked in Jo-Ann's mind. Sherlock finished with a soft note that started high and ended low. He took a deep breath as the bow parted from the strings and the note's echo ceased. Jo-Ann's eyes opened, letting the tears fall now that the gates were lifted. She couldn't utter a word as she stared at him from the circle of flowers.